a level that's if you can deal with We take it to 'em runnin' nothin' but realness Surely livin' in the life it's for the thrills We went up and over the hill
I woke up one day in Vacaville Round the corner from the pen Fat house on the hill All the homies in the pen straigt locked down But I gotta get dressed
you get large do your thang Big thangs man Numb: Hey when you saw my show in '94 you didn't know we'd blow like Nitroclycerin Girbaud, Tommy Hill
man Once you get large do your thang, big thangs man Hey, when you saw my show in '94 you didn't know We'd blow like Nitroclycerin, Girbaud, Tommy Hill
liiivve? Can I live, who willin to give me applause? Half note, gotta get mine and open the doors I want a FAT crib, on the hill, after my cause I need
master pass, kick your ass And feel combustion, for the dope blast 'Cause you're steppin' on my property, get off it G Get caught up, then you get shot up
my joint To get to my point, I'm talkin' about a ill trip The funky Cypress Hill shit The funky Cypress Hill shit The funky Cypress Hill shit The funky Cypress Hill
eva wry, see im foreva glory, smakin up any chick in mah territory [Chorus: Fat Joe + (Lil Jon in backround)] Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up
bud Niggaz, let's get high in the sky, hit the blunts And the bongs, fill up the lungs, niggaz don't stop Fools get sprung when they get there smoked up
' up days as a black girl scarred In every ways till you've come so far They just know the name they don't know the pain So please hold your heads up
t owe, you might get stole on' When I go bury me wit Valow on {They come to me and understand just let me get mines first Then after I get mines, y'all
m livin' slow, Peter Pan style son, You didn't know I never grow up, my mind is set at six years old, As far as I'm concerned this grown-up shit is
vision can't see straight off top, me ral and Mussolini was tied up, connect thinking that we wired up, once these ropes get cut I'm getting highed up
dem Lean back 'cuz I ain't eva worry, see I'm foreva glory Smakin' up any chick in mah territory Said, "My niggaz don't dance, we just pull up our pants
on forever We gonna live on up in glory after awhile O Lord, I'm going outside, to sing and bugle March all around God's altar Gonna walk and never get
gonna live on forever We gonna live on, up in Glory after while I'm goin out sight-seeing in Buelah March all around God's alter Gonna walk and never get
the wind Mountain of the rising storm We are afraid to get lost in the mist [Solo (Eduardo Marques)] Get down to my spell I never give up You can't
, to fall to glory Spring up from the [Incomprehensible] Spring up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up into death Up, up, up, up, up, up, up inhale
